No More Poem by Germina Melius

Water is pouring on our streets, a new coat for the city.
From brown to blue, white and pink, we marvel at the sight.
Chainsmokers have disappeared from our cities.
God's peace is permeating.
Hope returns to our eyes.
Children are playing carefree, adults laughing, the stench is gone.
My neighbour, a fisherman smiling, he says,
"The flying fish have returned flaunting their silver wings, no garbage in our oceans."
I respond.
"We pay taxes for hygiene."
He responds.
"Homeless people need homes."
"Indeed Sir! "